After I Let Go My Alpha He Knelt in Regret novel Chapter 102

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He stood there, his handsome features twisted into an unreadable expression. His lips were curled into a cold smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes–only a chilling coldness that made my heart skip a beat. He watched us intently, not moving, not saying a word, just observing. 

The sight of him sent a wave of guilt and unease crashing over me. I had no idea how long he had been standing there, but the look on his face told me that he had seen enough. 

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gripped the box with the diamond ring tightly in my hand, my knuckles whitening as I tried to suppress the whirlwind of emotions inside me. I wanted to turn around and leave, to walk away from this scene before it shattered me completely. 

But my eyes, almost against my will, were drawn back to the two figures standing under the streetlight not far away. The man with her–was this the “friend” That Shirley, had wanted to meet? 

Today was supposed to be different. I had planned to ask Shirley to remarry after her victory. Even though we never officially ended our relationship, I wanted her heart to be mine again, fully and without reservation. The diamond ring in my pocket was supposed to be the start of a new chapter 

for us. But now, as I watched them, that hope crumbled. 

They 

eren’t embracing or kissing, but their eyes–those eyes betrayed everything. The way they looked at each other, with warmth and intensity, was something only long–time lovers could share. It 

was a gaze that spoke volumes, filled with unspoken words and deep–seated emotions. 

A wave of humiliation surged through me, burning in my chest like a fire that wouldn’t be quenched. 

Frustration, loss, a bitter cocktail of emotions gnawed at my pride, at my very dignity. I wanted to 

turn and walk away, to never look back, to never speak to her again. But a part of me, the part that 

still held onto the belief that Shirley cared for me, kept me rooted to the spot. The smiles she had 

given me, the words she spoke, the times we shared–they were real, weren’t they? The warmth, the concern, the kisses–they had to be real. 

I decided to wait a little longer. Maybe Shirley would see me, would offer some explanation that 

would make sense of all this. I was willing to forgive, always willing when it came to her. I just 

needed her to acknowledge me, to reassure me that what we had wasn’t just a figment of my imagination. 

But I waited for what felt like an eternity. And in that time, my heart grew cold, as cold as the night air around me. Shirley never looked at me. Her eyes stayed on Maurice, and she seemed agitated, even crying. Then, to add salt to the wound, Maurice reached out and touched her face, an intimate 

After I Let Go My Alpha, He Knelt in Regret 

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gesture that made my blood boil.